Nursery Tales: Sunny Day, Chasing the Beige Away

When we moved into this house, the entire place was painted the same color, which I not-so-fondly call “Builder Beige.”  Getting rid of the beige and bringing in wall colors that I liked was a top priority… so important that I painted the dining room and downstairs bathroom and then stalled out.  Yep, I’m slow.  And while I am still holding out hopes for getting paint on the living room walls before baby arrives, first things first: the baby’s room needed a coat of paint (if only to cover up the scuffs left on the wall by the movers who exuberantly removed the last owners’ furniture), and there was a loudly ticking clock called MY DUE DATE, which will be here before we know it.  So hubby and I decided to get down to business.

Before buying paint, we did a fair amount of research to find zero-VOC paint that we could feel good about putting in our baby’s room.  Although the rest of the house is getting low-VOC (but not zero-VOC) paint, we wanted the nursery to be as free of nasty chemicals as we could possibly make it.  After shopping around, we decided to go with the Natura line from Benjamin Moore.

We traipsed down to our local hardware store and picked out a happy, warm sunshiney yellow color that I think will look perfect with Peanut’s bedding and other decor (which you’ll see in a future post – promise).  Natura is available in any Benjamin Moore colorway – you’re not restricted to certain tints, which I love – and we went with a colorway called “Wildflowers,” from the Classic Collection.

It’s quite bright on the walls, but I think it will look gorgeous with Peanut’s crisp white furniture and drapes, and her sweet vintage-inspired bedding and decor items.  I can’t wait to see the room start to come together.  It’s practically all decorated in my mind, and I’m excited to turn my vision for a bright, happy little girl’s room into reality.

Here’s a bonus shot of Peanut’s handsome, hardworking Daddy, who did all the priming and the painting himself.  (Even though the primer and paint were both zero-VOC, he still didn’t want me climbing ladders or crawling around on the floor, so he took over cutting-in duties too.  I was banished to lurk in the doorway with my camera.)  Methinks he’s destined to be a great dad.  Lucky Peanut!

We’ve come a long way from the clutter-fest that the room started out as, but we have a long way to go.  Next up: assembling the crib and moving the furniture in, and then I can start decorating – wahoo!

Knocked-Up Hilarity

Okay, pregnancy itself isn’t funny, but it sure as heck leads to some moments that can be… if you choose to laugh and not take yourself too seriously.  Here are some of mine:

~I swear half of my lunch ends up lodged inside my clothes these days.  Food seems to fall down my shirt and sit on my belly.  One recent morning I felt something sharp and stabby.  I wiggled the hemline of my shirt and out dropped a large chunk of toasted bagel.  I’m talking bite-sized; this was no crumb.  How it got there in the first place… I have no idea.  And I don’t want to know.

~The baby is already developing a sophisticated set of personal boundaries.  Lately we learned that she doesn’t seem to like having her heartbeat measured.  At my last OB appointment she’d been quiet all morning, but woke up just in time to give a good hard kick to the Doppler.  Won’t even kick for her Daddy, but the Doppler gets a good hard “Get this thing off me!” smackdown.

~Crying, crying, crying.  (Me.)  Everything sets me off.  I’ve cried over videos of kittens meowing for their food on YouTube (nothing sad about it, just they were so goshdarn cute and I’m allergic and DANGIT I WANT A KITTEN), Barefoot Contessa episodes (in my defense, Ina was helping some developmentally disabled kids run a bakesale, and then she gave them KitchenAid mixers… it was TOUCHING, people!) and television commercials… but my lowest of the low was crying in the jetway on my way home from a work conference because I had just thought, for no particular reason, about the book Love You Forever.  Even I knew how insane I looked.

~Biggest Three Stooges moment of pregnancy so far: whipping hubby in the face with my Snoogle.  I bought the Snoogle (it’s a C-shaped body pillow) because I was having hip and leg pain in the middle of the night.  And while it has pretty much solved that problem, the Snoogle creates another problem – it’s a barrier between me and the edge of the bed, which means I have to push it aside in order to get up three times per night.  One night I decided to try folding it in half, and it immediately recoiled and smacked my sleeping hubby, HARD, right in the face.  He made an angry noise and rolled over while I frantically whispered “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry!” over and over.  The next morning, I apologized again… and he had NO memory of the incident.  It didn’t even wake him up… but that doesn’t stop him from reminding me, incessantly, “Hey, remember when you whipped me in the face with your Snoogle?”  To which I have to reply, “Yes, but YOU  don’t.”  Good gravy.

I have under twelve weeks to go, and I’m sure there will be plenty more shenanigans ahead…

THE GIRL WHO CIRCUMVENTED FAIRYLAND IN A SHIP OF HER OWN MAKING

The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a…

Finally, FINALLY, a worthy addition to the YA fantasy genre!  The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making is the story of September, a young girl who is Ravished – a.k.a. whisked away by a Green Wind, on the back of a Leopard, for an adventure in Fairyland.  But Fairyland isn’t quite what September expects.  It’s not a land of fun and joy and happy adventures with hot cocoa and a warm bed at night.  Instead, Fairyland is a land currently under the rule of an evil Marquess, who wants to chain it up in the humdrum realities of time clocks and industry and bureaucracy.  Boo on that.

September’s adventure begins when she stumbles across some witches and promises to retrieve an item of value for one of them – which will require her to steal from the Marquess.  Along the way she meets a Wyverary (like a dragon and a library, but not quite) named A-Through-L and a young Marid boy (like a genie, but not quite) named Saturday.  Together they travel with a pack of bicycles, meet a Fairy and a changeling, visit a forest where it’s always autumn and crisp and Halloween (my favorite part of the book, as I love autumn and Halloween), until A-Through-L and Saturday are whisked away and September must strike out on her own to save her friends.

Fairyland reminded me of The Chronicles of Narnia in that it was completely fantastical – but the language was pseudo-Victorian and the characters were even more whimsical, if that’s possible.  The descriptions of the cities of Pandemonium and Mercurio were delectable and September was a sweet, warm-hearted and brave heroine, for all she tried to be irascible and ill-tempered.  I loved it, and I’ll be waiting anxiously for the sequel.

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Nursery Tales: Where the Books Went

With less than three months left to go (11 weeks if I go to my due date; less if I go early and certainly no more than 12, since my doctor’s office won’t let me get further than 41 weeks), it’s time to kick into gear and get this nursery rolling.  We’ve actually accomplished a couple of things, so I’m behind on these updates – look for more coming soon, because it’s starting to take shape.  But first things first: I have to finish telling you about clearing out the room to get it ready for baby.  When we left off, the room looked like this:

…Folks, I think this qualifies as a federal disaster area, don’t you?  That’s a pile of hand-me-downs from a very generous friend who’s done having kids, there in the foreground.  And in the background, the source of my angst: my bookshelves, laden with books and needing a home.

I burned off some of my angst by whining about the bookshelves here.  My concern was mainly that the bookshelves didn’t really match most of my other furniture, but I didn’t want to spend the money on new ones.  (I have someone SO cute to buy things for, and she’ll be here before I know it!  Why spend money on bookshelves when I could spend money on spoiling my baby?)  I brainstormed a few ideas, poked holes in each of them (in law practice, we call that “setting up the straw man and knocking him down”) and then consoled myself by spending hours browsing online for baby clothes.

After sleeping on it for a few nights weeks, I finally decided upon my least-of-many-evils solution: I moved the TV and stand to storage in the basement.  After all: (1) no one was watching it in the guest room, since I lost the remote; (2) people keep televisions in their basements all the time; and (3) on the off chance we have another flood, the TV will be well out of harm’s way, since it’s still sitting on its stand about two feet above where the water rose last time.  Plus, I need to be less sentimental about certain possessions.  The fact that my grandparents gave me the cash to buy this TV at Wal-Mart does not imbue the TV with some special meaning.  The same grandparents have given me far more meaningful gifts – like an early edition of Jane Eyre, which my grandmother pressed on me when I mentioned offhand that it’s my favorite book.  Those are the gifts to cherish – a TV is just a TV.

Once the TV was gone, in went the bookshelves.

I took the opportunity to cull my collection a little bit, moving the books I didn’t really want out into storage, and I was able to neaten up the bookshelves quite a bit and to make room for more additions.  (Muahahahaha!  You knew I had an ulterior motive.)

Et voila – tidy bookshelves away from little hands will make for a very happy Reading Mom.  So, how do I like it?  Actually, I like it a lot.  The brown bookshelves look just fine with the rest of the furniture in the guest room – they complement the green nightstands without being too matchy-matchy, and they also pick up on the brown accents in the bedding.  In fact, I’d go so far as to say the bookshelves look like they were always meant to be in this room.  And – as a bonus – removing the TV stand and putting in furniture that sits closer to the wall opened up the space quite a lot.  As R said when she saw the arrangement for the first time, “It’s amazing that adding more furniture can make a room look bigger.”  Yep, it’s counterintuitive, but it’s true.  Taking the TV out and putting the bookshelves in has made the room look brighter and airier, which wasn’t an expected result but sure is welcome.

So there you have it – a bookish solution and the end to my whining about storing my library.  And now we have an empty room (because I also cleared out the hand-me-downs and moved them to a temporary home in the second guest bedroom) ready for the next step – paint!  But you’ll have to stay tuned for that post… next week.

Building Baby’s Library, Part II: Children’s Classics

It’s going to be a LONG time before baby curls up with any of these (maybe late at night, under the covers with a flashlight, like Mom did).  But I’ll read them aloud from those very beginning days when all the baby wants is to hear my voice.  (In fact, hubby is already reading Winnie the Pooh to my bump, which recently acquired the ability to hear our voices.)  I hope the baby loves these books as much as I do…

The World of Pooh: The Complete…

Winnie the Pooh and The House at Pooh Corner, by A.A. Milne – These have been favorites of mine since very early days.  The exploits of that lovable, cuddly bear-of-little-brain and his friends (wise Owl, gloomy Eeyore, put-upon Rabbit, anxious Kanga, fun-loving Roo, exuberant Tigger and best friend Christopher Robin) are a childhood staple.

When We Were Very Young by A. A. Milne

When We Were Very Young and Now We Are Six, by A.A. Milne – See above.  I love all of A.A. Milne’s poems (especially ones that feature Pooh and friends) and I know baby will enjoy them too.

The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame

The Wind in the Willows, by Kenneth Grahame – Somehow I missed this as a kid, although I was always aware of the book’s existence.  I first read it as an adult and loved the adventures of Mole, Rat, and their friends.

The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett

The Secret Garden, by Frances Hodgson Burnett – I have loved this sweet springtime story of a group of friends who discover a neglected garden and turn it into a place of beauty.  It makes me want to get outside and dig in my yard.  I hope the baby loves this one as much as I do!

The Chronicles of Narnia by C. S. Lewis

The Chronicles of Narnia, by C.S. Lewis – It’s a little hard to catch the Christian messages at first – I certainly missed them on my first few reads through the series; I was too young – but you can’t go wrong with a tale of adventure and talking animals.

Betsy-Tacy by Maud Hart Lovelace

Betsy-Tacy (and progeny), by Maud Hart Lovelace – Katie clued me in to this series about three young friends growing up in Minnesota in the early 1900s.  I have no idea how I missed out on these wonderful books when I was young.  Baby girl certainly won’t!

Anne of Green Gables by L. M. Montgomery

Anne of Green Gables (and progeny), by L.M. Montgomery – Do I even need to explain this one?  Probably not.  Spunky, imaginative Anne, loyal Diana and pesky (but so handsome) Gilbert are favorite childhood friends of mine.  Add the Emily of New Moon trilogy and Jane of Lantern Hill to the bookshelf, and now we’re talking.

The Little Bookroom by Eleanor Farjeon

The Little Bookroom, by Eleanor Farejon – I used to pull stories from this gorgeous collection to use as bedtime tales during my babysitting days.  The story of the little goldfish who wants to marry the moon is my favorite.

Little Women by Louisa May Alcott

Little Women, by Louisa May Alcott – Well, obviously.  Baby girl is going to love the story of the four March sisters and their strong mother, Marmee.  It’s a longtime favorite of mine and I know my little one will be reading it under the covers with a flashlight, just like her mom.

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What were your favorite children’s classics?  What can’t-miss books do you suggest?

Reading Round-Up: July 2012

Reading is my oldest and favorite hobby.  I literally can’t remember a time in my life when I didn’t love to curl up with a good book.  Here are my reads for July, 2012…

Elegy for Eddie (Maisie Dobbs #9), by Jacqueline Winspear – Maisie’s final adventure to date (although there will surely be more coming!) weaves a tangled web.  A group of costermongers who knew Maisie as a child approach her to ask that she look into the death of Eddie Pettit, a “slow” man who had a gift with horses and who was a an important figure in Maisie’s childhood.  What Maisie learns is that Eddie was a pawn in the hands of forces he couldn’t understand, and that his death relates to the growing threats coming from Germany.  I was disappointed in Maisie during this novel – she was remarkably short-sighted, which is not something I expect from her, alienating most of her friends and her lover.  While she attained a measure of understanding  towards the end, she still has some personal growth to attend to.  But the mystery was the most fascinating and complex yet.

Betsy in Spite of Herself (Betsy-Tacy #6), by Maud Hart Lovelace – Betsy and Tacy are sophomores in high school and still going through growing pains.  In this installment, our heroine visits old friend Tib in Milwaulkee and decides to reinvent herself as dramatic, mysterious “Betsye,” which helps her to land the most coveted boyfriend in Deep Valley, but causes her to neglect her writing and pushes away her old friends at the same time.  Will “Betsye” ever realize that it’s better to be herself?

A Good American, by Alex George – I LOVED this family saga, which told the history of the twentieth century through the eyes of one immigrant family.  The Meisenheimers’ story begins in 1904 in Germany and ends in present day Beatrice, Missouri.  Along the way Frederick and Jette Meisenheimer and their progeny experience all the growing pains that America itself is experiencing, plus love, laughter, tragedy and every other emotion.  I was torn between wanting to read slowly to make it last and wanting to blaze through so I could find out what happened.  This is my new gold standard for family sagas, fully reviewed here.

I Am Forbidden, by Anouk Markovits – This novel takes the reader deep inside the Satmar, an insular sect of Hasidic Judaism, to focus on the lives of two sisters, Mila and Atara.  Mila is the adopted daughter of Yalman Stern, a leader in the Satmar community, and Atara is Stern’s biological daughter, only a year younger.  Even as the two sisters grow closer, their faith may tear them apart as Mila becomes more devout and Atara questions everything.  Much later in life, Mila is harboring a secret and only Atara may be able to help her.  I liked I Am Forbidden, since peeks inside unfamiliar religions are one of my literary weaknesses, but I wish the book had focused more on Atara, who disappeared halfway through the story and only reappeared briefly.

Village Diary (Fairacre #2), by Miss Read – I finally got back into the Fairacre books, and the second installment is just as charming as the first.  Miss Read receives a diary from a friend and proceeds to fill it in with her observations of village life, reflections on country schoolteaching, and sly, witty, slightly snarky commentary on her neighbors.  Such a fun read.

The Uninvited Guests, by Sadie Jones – I liked, but didn’t love, this country house drama.  Emerald Torrington is about to celebrate her 20th birthday, but the party is interrupted before it even begins with news of a terrible railway accident.  Soon a motley crew of survivors descends upon the Torrington home… and from there, things get really weird.  I wasn’t quite sure what to think about this book.  I had a hard time getting into it, even though it was engaging, because I was swamped at work and not getting home until late hours.  But I also just didn’t quite know how to respond to some of the bizarre twists.  It was well-written though, and probably would have been more engaging had I been less stressed when I opened it.

Truth and Beauty: A Friendship, by Ann Patchett – I really have enjoyed Ann Patchett’s fiction works and I’d been meaning to seek out this non-fiction memoir of her friendship with fellow writer Lucy Grealy for a long time.  It was beautifully written, but I found myself frustrated.  Ann and Lucy’s friendship never seemed to me to be a friendship of equals – it was always Ann taking care of Lucy, and Lucy suctioning all the attention and affection that not only Ann, but any of her other friends, had to give.  I found Lucy interesting at the beginning of the book, but exhausting by the end, and I don’t know how Ann put up with her for so long.  But still, a lovely tribute to a friendship that, however strange it may seem to those on the outside, did last two decades.

The Mommy Diet, by Allison Sweeney – I’ve been gradually reading this throughout pregnancy and have been trying to read along with the stage I’m currently in, but I finally decided to blaze through and finish it, and then just go back and revisit chapters as needed.  Allison is full of practical advice and encouragement for all three trimesters of pregnancy and for the recovery stages afterward, through nine months of mommyhood.  I’ll definitely be putting many of her tips into practice (as I’ve been trying faithfully to do up until now, anyway) for a healthy transition from pregnant lady to mom.  Recommended to any pregnant or mom friends.

What to Expect When You’re Expecting, by Heidi Murkoff (ed.) – I haven’t read every single word in this tome, but I’ve read every single word that applies to me at the moment, so I’m declaring it done.  (That seems to be the way with these gigantic pregnancy books.)  I will certainly revisit chapters that deal with experiences I have yet to have (like the remainder of pregnancy, labor and delivery, and the first few postpartum weeks, all of which are covered in detail).  So many people consider WTE the pregnancy Bible and it does seem to be.  It can be a little scary in parts, but in my opinion it’s better to be prepared, although I did skip the scariest parts since I can always read them later if I really need to.  WTE is full of information and doesn’t shy away from telling the good, the bad and the ugly of pregnancy.  I’d recommend it to pregnant friends with the caveat that it’s better to skip or at least lightly skim information that scares you and isn’t likely to apply to you anyway.

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July was a weird reading month for me.  I started off strong and blazed through a few books, then hit a major snag when a huge work project occupied all of my attention (including a few nights and weekends) in the latter half of the month.  Under normal circumstances, it wouldn’t take me a week to finish a book like The Uninvited Guests (which was under 300 pages), but this month it did.  There are months like that – they happen.  I did have some highlights, though – most notably, A Good American, which I can already tell is going to be one of the best books I read this year.  I’m trying for more relaxation time in August, and hope to have plenty of good reading to report next month.

Goodbye, Second Tri

17 weeks and ready to tell the world!

Tomorrow starts week 28 and my third trimester – hard to believe.  (Well, probably – some sources put the beginning of the third tri at 27 weeks even, some at 27 weeks and 3 days, and others at 28 weeks.  I’m taking the conservative estimate and declaring third tri at 28 weeks.  It’s good to be here!)  This pregnancy is just flying by.  It’s not over yet, and I’m beyond excited for the next steps, but I already know I’m really going to miss being pregnant.  Especially this trimester; so much has happened and I’ve felt incredibly blessed every single day.

So today, while I’m off traipsing around D.C. with my fabulous penpal, the gorgeous and brilliant Katie of Cakes, Tea and Dreams, I thought it would be fun to share a brief look back at the milestones, thoughts and feelings of my second trimester.

Week 14 – Yay!  First tri in the books, gangstas!  I’m feeling a lot less worried about miscarriage now and I’m starting to finally relax (a little bit) and let myself get excited about having a baby in October.

Week 15 – Headed off on a business trip and got to enjoy spending time with my work friends out of the office.  It still doesn’t totally feel real, but every day it dawns on me just a little bit more that after waiting a LONG time, I’m honest-to-goodness pregnant.

Week 16 – Doctor’s appointment – woohoo!  Hearing the baby’s heartbeat is my “new favorite hobby,” according to hubby.  It’s the most beautiful sound in the entire world.

Week 17 – Finally worked up the nerve to share my news with the world beyond immediate family and close friends – meaning the blog and far-flung friends via Facebook.  I’m overwhelmed by all of the people who are happy for hubby and me.

Week 18 – I think… maybe, just maybe… I might have felt a little bit of movement in there.  Is that you, baby?  It’s earlier than I expected (normal for first-time moms is somewhere between 18 and 22 weeks, but I assumed I’d be on the later side for some reason).

Week 19 – Yep, definitely feeling the baby move.  It’s faint and it only happens when I am sitting still and concentrating – if my attention is focused anywhere else I can’t feel the movements – but it’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before and it’s unmistakeably baby.  And awesome.

Week 20 – ‘Nother doctor’s appointment, and this time my fabulous sister-in-law joined hubby and me.  I didn’t expect that anyone in our family would get to hear the baby’s adorable little heart beating, so being able to share it with my sister-in-law was incredibly special.

Week 21 – Biggest news of the pregnancy so far (after the positive test, that is) – baby-to-be is a GIRL!  And one of my first thoughts on getting the news – of course – was “Oh, yay, I can’t wait to read ANNE OF GREEN GABLES to her!”

Week 22 – Headed up to western New York to see my other sister-in-law graduate from high school, and got to share the TEAM PINK news with that side of the family in person.  There was cheering!  Baby girl has a lot of people anxious to meet her.  I enjoyed the cooler temperatures and relative lack of humidity, and of course we were so proud of my sister-in-law for her accomplishments.

Week 23 – Made a tiny bit of headway on clearing out the room that will become the nursery.  Visited with my bestie R, met (and approved) her boyfriend for the first time, and enjoyed plenty of cute baby kicks.  Maybe she’ll be a standout soccer player like her Aunt G?

Week 24 – Headed down to Texas to visit some wonderful friends there!  Had a fun time picking our friends’ brains about pregnancy and parenthood, and checked out a prenatal yoga class.  (Baby girl loved it – she told me with plenty of kicks during savasana.)  And when we got home, we enjoyed the fourth of July with lunch out, ice cream, books, and plenty of time spent daydreaming about the little miss.

Week 25 – Entertained R and her sister over the weekend, and then ordered a CRIB and dresser for Peanut!  The rest of the week was devoted to a massive, all-consuming project at work.  But I didn’t mind, because I was looking forward to…

Week 26 – NYC on my changeover day!  Hubby met up with his dad for a Yankees game and I played by myself for the day – that meant trips to the New York Public Library to visit Pooh and friends, and (obviously) shopping at the Strand.  A good kind of day.  Toting a baby bump around New York was a new experience, but I think Peanut enjoyed herself.  The rest of the week was devoted to that same massive work project that had me working overtime, but the little miss kept me entertained by playing and wiggling in there.

Week 27 – This week’s news: had another sonogram and it’s still a girl!  Yippee!  (Not that we would have been devastated if we’d heard “oops – it’s actually a boy” but as the doctor said, once you get into a particular frame of mind it’s hard to get out on it, and we’re 1,000% on board the girl train by now.)  After getting a second opinion I felt confident enough to buy her some girly nursery bedding.  Also, it’s starting to dawn on me that I’m growing an actual person.  Every so often I stop and think “Whoa, there’s really someone in there!”  That blows my mind, man.  So far it’s felt as though she was a figment of my imagination – but she isn’t, she’s real and she’s coming and she’s going to have her own little personality.  That’s wild.

What a whirlwind this trimester has been!  I’ve had so much fun.  And the third trimester holds the promise of even more fun – more kicks and wiggles, finishing the nursery, taking a babymoon, and finally welcoming our little girl into the world at the end of it.  I’m most excited for that last part, but I’m also trying to enjoy this time and take it all in before our lives change radically (for the better) with our new addition.

SUITE FRANCAISE

Suite Française by Irene Nemirovsky

Amazing… spectacular… breath-taking… monumental… no, I give up.  I just can’t think of enough superlatives to describe Suite Francaise.  Irene Nemirovsky’s final work is, even in its unfinished form, one of the most important books of the twentieth century.  I’d feel that way even if I didn’t know the author’s remarkable story, but having some context in which to place the book makes it that much more marvelous.

Irene Nemirovsky intended Suite Francaise to be a literary symphony composed of five novellas and modeled after Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony.  Tragically, she was only able to complete two of her intended five parts – and those in rough draft form, although rarely have I met a more polished draft.  Before she was able to complete her masterwork, Nemirovsky, a Ukranian-born Jew living in France, was arrested by the Nazis and died in Auschwitz.  She wrote the first two sections of her work as she was living them – the first part, “Storm in June,” depicts the June 1940 Paris evacuation, in which Nemirovsky and her family took part.  The second novella, “Dolce,” concerns life in a small French village under Nazi occupation.  Both novellas start quietly and build up to dramatic conclusions.  The truly remarkable thing about “Suite Francaise” is that Nemirovsky “held a mirror up to France,” as the French prologue reads, showing life in wartime France with great empathy but without glossing over truth.  Many of the characters are unsympathetic, yes.  But that’s reality.  In a crisis, we’d all like to think that we’d be heroes and heroines, but the fact of the matter is that heroics are often cast aside in favor of the rather stronger self-preservation instinct.  Nemirovsky tells it like it is, but somehow without judging her characters.  And the reader understands that as much as we might want to judge Madame Pericand, Corte, Hubert or any of the other characters, odds are we’d behave in exactly the same way in their position.

Nemirovksy’s extraordinary empathy even extends to the German soldiers in “Dolce,” some of whom she portrays as cruel, but others of whom she depicts as young, talented, with their lives and potentials tragically wasted by a war they did not start and in which they are only doing a job.  The fact that Nemirovsky was able to find the grace to not judge German soldiers as a group and to, instead, portray them as individuals and not a collective, many-headed monster, is incredible.  In her position, hearing the rumors of concentration camps and struggling to hide my family, I certainly would not be so generous.  That’s what makes Suite Francaise so amazing – Irene Nemirovsky lived in the pages of her book, yet somehow remains above it all, dealing with her characters fairly, honestly, and kindly even when she is eviscerating them for their human failings.

The third part of the book helps to place Nemirovsky’s work in context with the times.  It presents her plans for the three remaining novellas, which she was never able to write, as well as her correspondence prior to her arrest and her husband’s correspondence in his attempt to have her returned to her family after she was stolen from them.  The book concludes with the prologue from the French edition, which explains the historical significance of the book and the story of its publication: Nemirovsky’s ten-year-old daughter took the manuscript with her into hiding and kept it for sixty-four years before she was able to bring herself to read it.  She believed it was a diary, but when she finally opened the book and realized it was an unfinished masterwork, she published it immediately.  As a result, we have a ten-year-old with extraordinary presence of mind to thank for preserving one of the most important pieces of French literature.  It’s tragic that this book ever had occasion to be written, but it is transcendent in its beauty.

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Building Baby’s Library, Part I: Picture Books

It should come as no surprise that my kid is going to have a substantial library from the day she is born.  I’ve already talked about my plans to be a Reading Mom, which include keeping up with my own reading as much as I can.  But babies get books too; at least in my house they do!  Here are some of the classic children’s books that will be part of the baby’s library from day one:

Goodnight Moon by Margaret Wise Brown

Goodnight Moon: This has always been one of my favorites.  I love the sweet, calming “goodnight” message.

Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See? by…

Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See?: I’m sure the baby will end up with this book because my mom just loves it.  Either I, or someone else, will definitely pick it up for her.

Make Way for Ducklings by Robert McCloskey

Make Way for Ducklings: It’s a classic, and I think every kid should own this one.

Blueberries for Sal by Robert McCloskey

Blueberries for Sal: Another book I LOVED as a child.  And it makes me want to eat blueberries.

Tails by Matthew Van Fleet

Tails: This book is too new for me to have read it as a child, but I saw it at a baby shower and was charmed.  It’s going on baby’s shelf for sure.

The Mitten by Jan Brett

The Mitten: I’ve always thought this book was just gorgeous, and the story of a forest full of woodland creatures who crowd together into a dropped mitten to stay warm is a classic.

Click, Clack, Moo: Cows That Type by Doreen…

Click, Clack, Moo: Cows That Type: My college (yes, college) collective bargaining professor read my class this hilarious story of a group of farm animals who band together and form a union and then “negotiate” with their farmer over their working conditions.  I’m clearly not expecting baby to understand collective bargaining, but it’s an important part of what I do for a living and I want to share it with her.  Plus this book is freaking hysterical.

Madeline by Ludwig Bemelmans

Madeline: In an old house in Paris, that was covered with vines… oh, how I love the Madeline books.  All of them.  You bet these will be in baby’s library.

Pride & Prejudice: A BabyLit Board Book by…

BabyLit Board Books: These darling books are charming.  I love the fun, bold illustrations, and of course I want to introduce the little miss to Lizzy Bennet and Jane Eyre from an early age.

Diary of a Wombat by Jackie French

Diary of a Wombat: I bought this for the three-year-old son of some friends and laughed myself silly in the bookstore as I flipped through it.  Hubby read it too and also found it hilarious.  And then he “demanded carrots.”

Of course, baby is going to have plenty of cloth and board books to start, since I know that when they’re that young books go straight into the mouth.  But I’m looking forward to sharing these gorgeous, cute and funny books with the baby and starting that love of reading early.

(Images from LibraryThing)

What were your favorite books as a child?  Any recommendations for picture books that I should get for the little one?

In My Neighborhood

There’s no hiding.  If you’re new to the street, expect people to walk up and down in front of your house trying to unobtrusively peer into your windows while you wrangle moving boxes.

Related: when you move in, people you’ve never formally met drop by with cookies and a post-it with their phone number, in case of emergencies.

People nod in understanding when you tell them you love the way flowering trees look but you NEVER want one in your own yard.

If you jog past a yard sale, you will be expected to stop and shoot the breeze, no matter how sweaty and stanky you are.  If you choose to go home and shower instead, you must then immediately return to the yard sale and explain that you didn’t want to poison everyone with your malodorous post-exercise stench.

You only have to tell one person when you have big news.  They’ll spread the news for you.  (The morning after I told one neighbor that hubby and I are expecting, I was stopped by two other neighbors who immediately said, “We’re a small street and… well, you know… so of course we’ve all heard the news!  Congratulations!”)

If you hire someone to work in your yard or on the exterior of your house while you’re at work, expect at least three neighbors to spend the day watching your house and give you their performance evaluations when you get home.

Everyone tends their yards with care, even though some are better at it than others (read: everyone is better at it than brown-thumbed me… were it not for hubby, our house would have no curb appeal at all).  And if things get a bit overgrown, we feel guilty.  We know you have to look at it.

Your waving arm will get just as much of a workout as your legs will on your evening strolls.

It only takes a few jogs or bike rides to get people believing you’re some kind of supreme athlete.

If you move away, we’ll welcome someone new into your old house.  But you’re never forgotten and you are always missed.  And invited back to trick-or-treat on Halloween.